I made this for my niggas x4
I made this for my niggas they gonna have to hold me down when I'm counting figures
We them niggas in the town white ppl call us niggers
But all my Niggas clown we still out here getting pictures
Yeah yeah f*cking bitches
Now f*ck it up
We was f*cking young tryna make buck
But it was hard no one told us that life could f*cking suck
We don't get enough sleep
We gone live it up preach
I don't think I've seen the sun in a mf week
I see red and I'm talking about that godly ganja
Gotta smoke everyday cus my brain lasagna
Get smoked right now I don't care what's on ya
Got blood on my sleeve and my clothes designer
Don't need to watch my back cus I got niggas for that
And they got tons of straps that'll blow your wig right back
That shit go ratatat
If you wanna f*ck with the Mac
That nigga tried 6ft under ground laying on his back
Don't take no word for me
Got 20 mfs that'll swerve for me
Pull your ass outside up on the curb for me
Looking at me like just say the word homie just say the word homie
Chorus
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English
I made this for my niggas x4
I made this for my niggas they gonna have to hold me down when I'm counting figures
We them niggas in the town white ppl call us niggers
But all my Niggas clown we still out here getting pictures
Yeah yeah f*cking bitches
Now f*ck it up
We was f*cking young tryna make buck
But it was hard no one told us that life could f*cking suck
We don't get enough sleep
We gone live it up preach
I don't think I've seen the sun in a mf week
I see red and I'm talking about that godly ganja
Gotta smoke everyday cus my brain lasagna
Get smoked right now I don't care what's on ya
Got blood on my sleeve and my clothes designer
Don't need to watch my back cus I got niggas for that
And they got tons of straps that'll blow your wig right back
That shit go ratatat
If you wanna f*ck with the Mac
That nigga tried 6ft under ground laying on his back
Don't take no word for me
Got 20 mfs that'll swerve for me
Pull your ass outside up on the curb for me
Looking at me like just say the word homie just say the word homie
Chorus
I made this for my niggas they gonna have to hold me down when I'm counting figures
We them niggas in the town white ppl call us niggers
But all my Niggas clown we still out here getting pictures
Yeah yeah f*cking bitches
Now f*ck it up
We was f*cking young tryna make buck
But it was hard no one told us that life could f*cking suck
We don't get enough sleep
We gone live it up preach
I don't think I've seen the sun in a mf week
I see red and I'm talking about that godly ganja
Gotta smoke everyday cus my brain lasagna
Get smoked right now I don't care what's on ya
Got blood on my sleeve and my clothes designer
Don't need to watch my back cus I got niggas for that
And they got tons of straps that'll blow your wig right back
That shit go ratatat
If you wanna f*ck with the Mac
That nigga tried 6ft under ground laying on his back
Don't take no word for me
Got 20 mfs that'll swerve for me
Pull your ass outside up on the curb for me
Looking at me like just say the word homie just say the word homie
Chorus
Writer: Daniel Prothero
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